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Of
course
coincidences
are
happening
alt
the
time
—
but
it
’
s
just
now
and
then
you
happen
to
notice
them
.
.
.
A
crunch
on
the
gravel
brought
me
back
to
the
present
.
A
triffid
came
swaying
down
the
drive
toward
the
gate
.
I
leaned
across
and
screwed
up
the
window
.
"
Drive
on
!
Drive
on
!
"
said
Josella
hysterically
.
"
We
’
re
all
right
here
,
"
I
told
her
.
"
I
want
to
see
what
it
does
.
"
Simultaneously
I
realized
that
one
of
my
questions
was
solved
.
Being
accustomed
to
triffids
,
I
had
forgotten
how
most
people
felt
about
an
undocked
one
.
I
suddenly
understood
that
there
would
be
no
question
of
coming
back
here
Josella
’
s
feeling
about
an
armed
triffid
was
the
general
one
—
get
well
away
from
it
,
and
stay
away
.
The
thing
paused
by
the
gatepost
.
One
could
have
sworn
that
it
was
listening
.
We
sat
perfectly
still
and
quiet
,
Josella
staring
at
it
with
horror
.
I
expected
it
to
lash
out
at
the
car
,
but
it
didn
’
t
.
Probably
the
muffling
of
our
voices
inside
had
misled
it
into
thinking
we
were
out
of
range
.
The
little
bare
stalks
began
abruptly
to
clatter
against
its
stem
.
It
swayed
,
lumbered
clumsily
oft
to
the
right
,
and
disappeared
into
the
next
driveway
.
Josella
gave
a
sigh
of
relief
.
"
Oh
,
let
’
s
get
away
before
it
comes
back
,
"
she
implored
.
I
started
the
car
,
turned
it
round
,
and
we
drove
off
Londonward
again
.
Josella
began
to
recover
her
self
-
possession
.
With
the
deliberate
and
obvious
intention
of
taking
her
mind
off
what
lay
behind
us
,
she
asked
:
